The Pale Faced Lie Novels & Stories

“Hana. One more thing. If you’re lying if even a piece of your story isn’t true I will know.” Her face was pale, but her answer came steady. “I’m not lying.”

He paused, the silence in the room now absolute, charged with anticipation. “For the past several weeks, you have been fed a story. A story about a predatory billionaire. A story about a manipulative, gold-digging young woman. A story about a scandalous pregnancy and a blackmail scheme.” He let the words hang, the familiar, salacious narrative hovering in the air. “That story,” he said, his voice hardening, “was a lie. A malicious, calculated, and devastating lie.” A murmur ran through the crowd. He pressed on.

Beautiful in that dangerous way. I placed the last plate down and tried to slip away. “Your face is pale kitten, You didn’t sleep,” he said, voice low and knowing. I didn’t turn. “I slept fine.” Lie. “Then why does your face looks pale, did you dream about me?” He asked genuinely, surprising me. So he can be caring. Pfttt My hands froze. “No,” I said too quickly. His lips twitched like he knew better. Like he could see everything I tried to hide.

“What’s wrong?” “Nothing,” I said too quickly, forcing a smile that probably looked like a grimace. “I was just… thinking.” He frowned. “Thinking looks a lot like panicking on your face.” “I’m not panicking.” He slid into the seat opposite me, still studying me. “You’re pale.” “I’m fine.” “You’re lying.” “I said I’m fine, Liam.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “Alright, so which is it? Are you fine or are you lying?”

“Do you know what I hate the most? When someone lies to my face.” My fingers danced over the gun in my pocket as I uncrossed my legs and leaned forward. Slowly, deliberately, I withdrew the firearm and began cleaning it, my gaze never wavering from his trembling form. “I did not do it,” he pleaded, fear now evident in his voice. I let a cold smile creep onto my lips, my eyes never leaving his. “Oh, really? You're still lying to my face? The cops gave me only one name: Sinclair. And there is only one Sinclair that I know.”

Lay all the blame on the convenient scapegoat. Vivian held my gaze without blinking, perfectly composed. “Carmilla misunderstood a few careless words she overheard,” she continued smoothly. “It was nothing more than a stupid, private joke with a friend—something she twisted into that horrible plan. I never wanted anyone to get hurt, least of all you.” The lie was elegant, polished, and almost believable. Inside, my temper snapped like dry glass. But outwardly, I only gave the faintest nod, the kind that meant nothing.

"She's a pretty, empty doll my father made me marry. A political move to strengthen our position. Now, I'm finally free." Ice flooded my veins. Through the crack in the door, I saw him—my husband, "dead" for three months. He was caressing a blonde's face, his eyes full of a love he never showed me. Bianca Rosso. Daughter of our main rivals. "Honey, are you sure no one will find out?" Bianca was sitting on his lap, her fingers tracing the tattoo on his chest. The iris flower. He told me it was a symbol of our eternal love. A fucking lie.

"Dr. Lane, please repeat what you told me." Ruby's stomach dropped as the face on the screen came into view. It was the very doctor who had helped forge her diagnosis. She stared at Caleb in disbelief, only to hear Anthony Lane's trembling voice coming from the video. "Yes… Ruby was never poisoned. She paid me to fake the medical report... It was all her idea. I'm sorry, Alpha…" Ruby went completely pale. She looked at Caleb, but he was staring at her with nothing but hatred. "Do you have nothing else to say?" he asked.

"Then you're wasting your effort. Lisa has been with me for years—everyone knows how much she loves me! She's only close to you now because she's lost her memory. Once I tell her the truth, she'll come back to me!" Grayson started to respond, but fell silent. The light in his eyes dimmed. He knew Ethan wasn't lying. All these years, he had seen with his own eyes just how deeply I loved Ethan. I caught that shift in his expression clearly and stepped forward. When they saw me, a flicker of panic crossed their faces. Ethan rushed toward me, pointing at Grayson. "Lisa, do you know—" Before he could finish, I cut him off. "Ethan, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. I never lost my memory."

“I’m sorry, but please hear me out! “Actually, I’m a fresh graduate! I’m just carrying out my internship! “John found me and asked me to play along with him by paying me a lot of money. I’ve also been forced to…” I was baffled when I heard that. “You actually harmed an old person over such a ridiculous reason!” John saw that his actions were exposed. His eyes flickered, and he started to make up stories. “Peter, Janice, I did this for a reason! “I was forced into doing this! Helen has not been pregnant after a long time. That day, she was in a bad mood when she found out that Gabby was pregnant, so she scolded her and accused Gabby of being my mistress.